Home (Solo, 40x Gravity) May 26, 2019 0:31:55 GMT -6
Post by Casca on May 26, 2019 0:31:55 GMT -6
(Solo, 40x Gravity)
“I love you, we love you all, so much,” the mother tried to imbue to her children as she touched each one of their faces one more time. “Agnes, you watch over your siblings now. Nothing means more than family,” she said as she locked eyes with her oldest. Agnes gripped her mother’s hand as she wept silently into it.
Mouthing “I love you” to her oldest, Joslyn kissed her daughter’s hand and then motioned for her only son to listen closely. “You protect your sisters now. You are the man of the family now,” she rested her eyes on her baby boy as his lips wrinkled, holding back his emotions.
“And Cassandra,” the youngest almost couldn’t look at her mother as she said her final goodbye. “Know I will always be with you. Listen to your sister and brother, and keep them out of trouble, I love you,” she said as she tried to remove Cassandra’s hands from the doorframe. “We will see each other soon, I promise.”
“No, mom! Don’t go,” Cassandra wailed.
Agnes quickly cupped her sister’s mouth to prevent her from speaking. “We love you, too, mom,” the oldest said as she persuaded Cassandra to calm down. The sounds from the front of the house grew louder after the muffled cry from the child.
“Do not get separated, wait where we discussed, and we will find you,” their mother said as she slowly began to seal the hidden door in the floor. As the last remnants of light evaporated into darkness, their mother whispered, “I love you.”
The three little ones couldn’t seem to move for a moment. Frightened for what lies ahead, Agnes was the first to take action. “Okay, hold on to my hand,” she said as she grabbed both of her siblings’ wrists. “We need to get as far away from here as we can.”
“No! We can help,” Cassandra fought against her sister’s authority.
“We can’t do anything for them,” Christopher said as he helped Agnes usher his sister along. “If those men are as bad as mom and dad think they are, we need to get out of here. Dad won’t let anything happen to mom, I’m sure of it,” he said rather confidently.
Agnes followed the basement wall until she felt the crawlspace leading to under the house. “Okay, Cassandra first. Wait until we are all through before we escape. There might be more of them out there,” Agnes softly spoke as she helped her sister into the crawlspace. Watching Cassandra crawl under the floor to the edge of the house, she stopped her brother before she helped him in. “Those are World Trade Fleet men, I know it,” she insisted.
“What would the Fleet be doing here,” Christopher questioned.
“I don’t know,” Agnes hesitated.
A loud crash brought both children attention to the basement’s door. Hearing a ruckus happening above them led Agnes and Christopher to think of their parent’s safety. “They need our help,” Christopher said after hearing the commotion, trying to bypass his sister in pursuit to help.
“No you’re not,” Agnes said as she grabbed ahold of Chris’s shoulder. “It may not seem like the right decision now, but we need you more,” Agnes acknowledged their sister. Like it or not, the three needed to leave.
Not questioning his sister’s rebuttal, Chris crawled through after Cassandra. Agnes looked at the basement door as the floor above her shook as the dispute upstairs turned violent. Saying a silent prayer, she ducked into the crawlspace to follow her siblings.
“On the count of three. One,” Agnes preached as she looked out into the distance. Not seeing any of the strangers from her vantage point, the oldest Madani believed they could retreat to the immediate forest before being spotted.
Their mother’s scream cut into the oldest daughter’s countdown, Christopher grabbed both of his sisters as he said it for her. “Three!”
The Madani children ran for the lives as the crossed the grounds they played on. They ran up the road they used to get to town. They ran by the fields of crops they harvest. They left behind all memories of a life now turned upside down as they ran deeper into the night.
Earlier that evening …
The father of all three of Joslyn’s children arrived home to the delight of his family. Arriving later than when was expected, the extra day made no difference at the excitement in his children’s faces. The kids hastily spoke over one another, competing for their father’s attention. They talked for hours, speaking well into the afternoon as they talked about school, their training, what trouble they may have or not done while he was gone over the last three months.
Keeping them busy, the Madani mother moved the family over to the dinner table, joined by her father, Joseph. Almost no one ate for the first half hour as everyone laughed and enjoyed each other’s company.
Being not so obnoxious as usual, Agnes eventually had to point out that her brother Christopher’s joke based on an observation that proved to be true. “See,” she joking said as she peeled back the collar of Cassandra’s shirt. “She hasn’t taken it off since you left. She even sleeps with your stinky, old gravity vest! I swear by Vegeta’s —,” she was cut off by her mother.
“Language,” Joslyn quipped.
“Oh! Has she been doing that the whole time,” their father Kabel laughed as he tried to get a rise out of his kids. “No wonda my kids are always training with their grandfather, he tells them all the swear words!”
JoJo finished a mouthful of something good, as he took a moment to react. “What happens in the dojo —,” the grandfather of the house was interrupted by all three of his grandchildren.
“Stays in the dojo,” they kids finished their mantra together.
The family ate and talked, ultimately listing everything they could remember that occurred during his absence. “So, tell me how both of my daughters did all that. And still, ended up winning the finals,” Kabel insisted to know from the sources.
Wanting to steal the spotlight temporarily away from her sister, Cassandra just went into her championship match immediately. “Well, I won by —,” Cassandra started.
Christopher provided the details, “She was fighting an unbeaten Konatsian, named Pepsi Pop. He was winning the whole time!”
“He was pretty good,” their mother had to add.
“Let her finish,” Agnes tried to get the conversation back on track so she could about her victory.
“So, well, let me start from the beginning,” Cassandra said as she reminded her family about the conclusion of the Lei Tai Tournament.
The two contestants circled each other as the crowd lowered their cheers after the initial start of the match. Neither opponent advanced as the seconds ticked by.
Cassandra knew her opponent was well trained. A Konatsian with a pink hue to his skin, he stood taller than her by almost a foot. His elbows and knees wrapped for the occasion. No shoes, a fundamentalist.
“Okay, see. We can’t let her tell the story,” Agnes intervened her sister’s fantastic and definitely true remembrance of her championship bout. “She’s going to take forever! She’s going to explain everything! What is a fundamentalist anyway?”
“No, I won’t! I was just saying, a fundamentalist is, ah, someone who doesn’t wear shoes,” Cassandra continued.
No shoes, no problem. The Konatsian didn’t appear as intimidating as his competitors, but he exuded a natural confidence that could be seen in all facets of his demeanor. Bouncing on the front of his toes, the young man demonstrated masterful technique as he circled. The two moved in rhythm, as each remained expressionless.
Pepsi moved with purpose as he decreased the distance between the two with every revolution. Reading his opponent, he studied Cassandra’s stance showed she knew very little at what her body type was good at. Being smaller than most opponents, he was surprised to see her with a more squared stance. A stance used more for offense than defense.
Cassandra made her revolution, keeping her distance from her curious foe. Why doesn’t he attack, the Saiyan thought to herself. Watching the intricate movement of Pepsi, the young women almost fell into a trance at how perfect his every step seemed to be.
“Take your time,” Pepsi called across the ring to his opponent as he gave a reassuring gesture of lowering his arms. “Relax and breath. Your acting like this is your first tournament.”
Upset by him breaking the barrier between challengers, Cassandra snapped back, “This is my first tournament! I don’t even like fighting.” She also dropped her hands but remained in the Konatsian’s orbit.
“Why are you fighting then? You know you’re in the finals, right,” Pepsi tried to imply that she should feel good about being where she was.
“I’m just doing this to get out of the house —
“She isn’t taking this seriously,” Agnes started to beam rays of hatred at her sister.
“Hey,” their grandfather snapped jokingly at his grandchildren. “What happens in the dojo!”
“Stays in the dojo,” their father joked as he put an arm around his wife.
“What,” Cassandra stared at her family as if it was a joke. “I only do it because I like spending time with you and Chris and Pop-Pop.”
— yeah, my grandfather taught us at his dojo. He used to compete, but now he kinda,” Cassandra paused to watch her grandfather take egocentric photographs with fans. “Likes to teach us what his dad taught him.” Seeing her opponent with her guard down, Cassandra tried to take advantage of his relaxed state.
Rushing at the Konatsian like some type of demon child, the Saiyan screamed a warning battle cry as she tried to drop kick her opponent’s knees. Pepsi slid to the side as he let the Saiyan unceremoniously careen by him. “I’ve heard of the great JoJo. He’s a one-man stand,” Pepsi said as he shifted into a more defensive posture. “He is why I am here. Even after winning last years tournament, he refused to teach me.”
Not knowing this, Cassandra stopped looking for weaknesses in her opponent’s defense. “He taught me for no reason. I just learned the family signature, Dragon Fi —“.
“Please,” Pepsi exclaimed with his arms in the air. “I know about el Fist. You don’t need to show me,” he assumed she was conjuring the technique. Honestly, she forgot that sometimes the Madani’s telegraph their signature by screaming the name of it at the opponent. Clearly allowing them to prepare to block it, or worse, fight it.
“Haha, forgot,” Cassandra admitted, burying her wrapped fingers into her pockets, hiding the slight trace of golden Ki radiating towards her hands. “I can show ya, it’s easy.”
Pepsi eyed his opponent. He didn’t know to be happy or confused. “What? That won’t be necessary,” the Konatsian stood tall as his movement eventually stopped as the two talked. “I am the son of a Konatsian ambassador for Konats, on Earth. I will not rely on his name in something that does not concern him. I am Pepsi, I will earn your grandfather’s respect. Unfortunately, that means winning this tournament. Granddaughter or not, no one will stand in my way to becoming the strongest in the galaxy.”
“Woah, slow your roll,” Cassandra said as she tried to talk some sense into this man. “You know this doesn’t really mean anything. I can ask him to teach you, he’ll listen to me,” she coolly replied, crossing her arms across her chest. “You’re undefeated, I get it. Show me what you got, and I’ll ask him after. Win or lose.”
“You will lose,” Pepsi laughed as he rolled his neck in preparation of real combat. Cassandra closed the distance as she bounded into the air, providing a flying kick in the Konatsian’s direction. Slamming his fist together, Pepsi sent a wave of Ki through the air. Grounding the Saiyan, he gathered strength in his right fist as he threw a strike towards his opponent’s midsection. Crashing into the stage, Cassandra was stunned by his attack, leaving her open to his retaliation. Closing her eyes, the Saiyan flexed the muscles in her torso as she readied for her opponent’s attack. “Try not to leave the ground unless you need to,” he said as his fist opened.
Cassandra grabbed Pepsi’s hand and stood to the roar of the crowd. Sensing her face growing red, the young woman picked up her hands as she made her way back towards the center of the ring. Who did this guy think he was, Cassandra thought to herself. Summoning a veil of white Ki, shrouding her entire silhouette, the Saiyan disobeyed her challenger’s request and once again took to the air.
Greeting her several meters into the air, the two brawled without the conflict of standing. Throwing what would easily be recognized as beginner combinations, Cassandra brought a furry of quantity over quality, in her attempt to be unpredictable. Somehow the Konatsian saw through the gimmick as he played along.
“You are wearing yourself out,” Pepsi said as he countered Cassandra launching herself at him with both of her feet extended. Spinning to freedom, Pepsi grabbed his opponent’s foot before she cleared his proximity. Holding her mid-flight, Pepsi lowered them both back to the ring. Dragging his foe to the edge of the ring, he gave Cassandra his final words before he would drop her overboard. “It was a pleasure meeting you, but as I said, I plan on becoming the greatest in the galaxy. And now, I’m sorry I have to do this —,” as Cassandra revealed both of her fists in the shapes of handguns.
Aiming for the ceiling of the tournament center’s dome, the Saiyan fired two bolts of purple Ki. Rocketing through space, the bolts smashed through the roof and collapsed a small portion of it now raining down over the two combatants. Using her tail to pull her back towards the ring, Cassandra kicked free of her attacker as he shielded them both from the falling rubble. The small pieces from the ceiling immediately clashed against the strong barrier, maintaining its form until all of the portions crumbled to the ground, Pepsi turned his attention back to the Saiyan.
“You don’t need to be so reckless,” Pepsi said as he closed the distance towards the person standing between him and his grand plan. “This doesn’t have to be painful,” he said as he neared Cassandra. “You don’t need to fight me. You can simply,” he was interrupted by the young woman kicking the debris at the Konatsian. “What is that.”
“There’s more where that came from,” Cassandra roared, prepared to go down with the ship if necessary. Powering up, the young woman laid out a proposal. “Fine, you do your best. I’ll do my best. Who’s ever standing, that’s the winner. Deal,” Cassandra extended a mental handshake to her opponent.
The Konatsian placed a hand under his chin as he ran the calculations. Sensing the Saiyan’s power being lower than his own, his calculations lead him to believe he’d be victorious. “I won’t use my signature, but I’ll give you all I got if that’s what your asking,” Pepsi flexed his arms as he physically prepared himself for his best attack. “Not allowing damage to anyone in the stands, I will give you the option. Do you choose the air? Or the ground? This will be vertical to avoid collateral damage. Do you understand,” Pepsi said as he nodded in acceptance to the wager.
“I’m not leaving the ground. That’s the advantage, ain’t it,” Cassandra threw back at her opponent as she paced away from him as she went through her limited arsenal of attacks. Walking a distance, the young woman turned to face her challenger as she said, “What are you waiting for? I’m ready.” The Saiyan rolled up her sleeve as she finished her warning.
“Understood, as you wish,” the Konatsian said as he floated to a considerable height. Removing the weighted clothing covering his body, the young man breathed in the air of Embasa for the first time with the weight off of his back, literally. Stretching out his arms, he flexed as he drew in power from the atmosphere around him. Kind of just watching out of curiosity, Cassandra starred as the Konatsian body deviated between patches of light and dark skin. “Not the family signature,” he cautioned, “but it’s surely a monstration.”
Unknown to her now, but Pepsi was calling on his monstar side. The side all Konatsians had apparently. He showed his mastery over his relatively sedated demon as he eventually summoned only the possession to take his hand. Forming a spear of deep black, a color so void, of color that it was difficult to explain. Chanting to himself as he recoiled his torso in his mechanical draw of the spear, Cassandra stared at the perfect balance of light and dark.
Not ever knowing the amount of sacrifice it takes a Konatsian to master their demon, Cassandra thought veered to her own defense. Widening her stance, the Saiyan made herself at home as she called upon the hidden Ki within her. Taking a second to locate the members of her family, the young woman nodded at her siblings and mother, praying that they practiced enough. “You ready,” she called out to her opponent.
“Let’s go,” Pepsi Pop answered with enthusiasm.
Torqueing his body, the Konatsian pulled the spear behind his head before throwing it at ungodly speeds. The Saiyan watched as the projectile hurled closer, waiting until the last possible —, “Drraaaggoon,” she said humbly as she retracted her stance farther. Cupping her radiating hand of Ki with her other, Cassandra remained steadfast as the spear approached. The crowd silent as the weapon cursed the air it traveled through, knocking on the young girl’s doorstep. “Fissst!”
With lightning speed, the young girl spring forward, meeting the spear with a strike so powerful, the crowd was thrown back into their seats. Projecting forward from her fist ascended a massive golden Dragon made of Ki. Neither taking the most direct path nor wasting time as it etched across space, the spirit Dragon opened its jaws as is zeroed in on Pepsi.
The Konatsian roared as he threw his hands in front of him in defense, summoning once again the monster but only in possession of his hands. Tanking the Dragon’s blunt force, Pepsi rode backwards against the force of its jaws, trying to keep them closed as opposed to open and digesting him. Having no other choice, the Konatsian disappeared into a cloud of green smoke as the Dragon collided with what was left of the ceiling.
The collision buckled the surrounding architecture, causing Pepsi to reappear in the stands with people incapable of defending themselves. Raising his hands above him and shouting, the Konatsian summoned a mammoth barrier to protect the untrained civilian crowd. Summoning all might, he was still physically crushed into the stands as he held the barrier in place long enough for the bystanders to clear the area. Using the last of his strength, the Konatsian collapsed under the weight of the falling structure.
Seeing the man protect the people she might have endangered, Cassandra jetted from the stage to the pile of debris covering her once living, breathing opponent. Wisps of Ki swirled around the Saiyan as she heaved off what she could, crying to the surrounding crowd for help.
The Madani grandfather, instantly appearing beside his granddaughter, dug one arm deep within the pile. Pulling with a force Cassandra didn’t know her Pop-Pop had, her grandfather cleared the debris with one sweep of his arm.
No one was there.
“You might have won this time, Cassandra Madani,” a voice projected from behind the young Saiyan. Not knowing what to expect, a cloud of green smoke rushed past her. “But our fates have now been intertwined, and I look forward to our next battle. Until then,” he said as he reached for a handshake to cement their friendship, which she immediately accepted. “Be careful with that thing,” he said as he shook her arm once and pointed at her fist.
“That isn’t how it happened at all,” shouted Agnes.
“Yeah it did, she used the Dragon —,” Christopher almost said Fist as Agnes pointed her fork at him as if that would stop a golden Dragon of Ki.
“And that’s how your daughter became this year’s champion,” their grandfather managed to spout in between mouth full’s of whatever was in front of him. “One of the best I’ve ever seen, but who am I?”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The whole of the family, besides Kabel and JoJo, flinched at the pounding at their front door. Motioning his family to remain here, the father alone answered the door. “How can I help you three, Mister?”
“How many are inside,” the one in charge blankly asked through a mask.
“Excuse me,” their father insisted as he stood wide in the doorframe, shielding their view of his family. Taking the queue from her husband, Joslyn motioned to her kid’s to follow her to the basement door. As Cassandra turned out of hearing, she heard her father say, “There are only three of us here, why does that —,” and her mother grabbed her attention as she forced her down into the basement.
“I love you,” their mother began as she might be saying it for the last time. Seeing her husband handle the situation with such intensity caused her to be more cold than she wanted to be to her children. Trying to distill in them the importance of family, and that maybe one day they would understand, she wished them goodbye as she closed the basement door, sealing them in the dark.
“Cassandra, why are you stopping,” Agnes yelled in protest as her sister turned back towards their family’s home. In a sudden bright ball of furry, half of their childhood home was engulfed in an attack meant to kill. Taking a few steps toward her parent’s location, the youngest began to sprint full speed back to help. “No! Chris — Cassandra come back! We have to get her,” Agnes didn’t turn to acknowledge her brother as she took off towards the inferno her sister pursued.
Having a fairlead on her siblings, the youngest Madani covered the last hill on their property as she entered a hundred meters of her fire-engulfed home. Removing her sweater for more flexibility, the Saiyan half of the young woman began to react with the night’s celestial body, the moon. Raging in skip and bounds, Cassandra roared as she approached the three men leaving her burning home. Lifting into the air, her arm drawn back, the Saiyan’s body began to transform. “Drraaggooonnn,” she preached as she traveled through the air, her body convulsing as she grew in size.
Multiplying in mass as her body moved through the moon’s light, the Saiyan released a primal roar as her body grew a forest of dense brown fur. Ultimately expanding to the point she touched back down on the ground, the Great Ape, called out, “Ffiiissstt!”
The ground shook as the massive Oozaru released a massive, golden Dragon from its mouth.